Chapter 317 Death of Zhang Lingyi
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Li Yue Wu Sheng
Ling Qingxiao was scolding herself for being stupid.
As soon as she entered, she was ambushed by the Barefoot Immortal.
Based on her past wisdom, she should have thought that there was a fraud involved, and she should have informed Feng Liu first, or at least let Feng Liu and Lin Shitou follow her.
But she was so eager to save her son that she forgot about it for a moment.
"Let you go?"
The Barefoot Immortal licked the corner of his mouth, "Why do you think the poor monk caught you?"
Ling Qingxiao's face was flustered, and at this moment Zhang Lingyi woke up next to him.
His face was pale and his eyes were blurry, but he vaguely seemed to have regained some consciousness compared to the last time.
"mom……"
Zhang Lingyi suddenly sobered up when he saw Ling Qingxiao being hung up like himself.
"Smelly bald donkey, let go of my mother!"
Barefoot Youxian grinned.
"Don't worry, wait until that boy Fengliu comes to die, and the poor monk will let the three of you go to Abi Hell to reunite. That's good, that's good."
Zhang Lingyi gritted his teeth and said: "You dare to touch my cousin, do you think you can beat him?"
"A joke! The poor monk is a master. Unless Xiao Junlin takes action in the Dragon Kingdom, who will the poor monk be afraid of?"
Barefoot Youxian was already holding back a sense of resentment in his heart.
He poisoned Zhang Lingyi and tried to unlucky him but failed.
He was suppressed again by Xiao Junlin, and now he had to resort to kidnapping to lure Feng Liu out to deal with him.
"If we seal the flow, we may not lose to you!"
Ling Qingxiao also scolded angrily.
"Oh?"
Barefoot Youxian seemed to have heard a joke, "Zhang Lingyi, you pustule, aren't you jealous of your cousin?"
I heard the provocative words of the Barefoot Youxian.
Zhang Lingyi retorted: "You fart!"
"Haha, if you weren't still dissatisfied with Feng Liu, how could the poor monk use telepathy to control you?"
"Telepathy can only expand the darkness in your heart, but it also requires you to have a dark side in your heart. You can just pretend to be in front of your mother, but there is no need to do it in front of a poor monk."
Barefoot Immortal seemed to have seen through all Zhang Lingyi's thoughts and continued: "I tell you, if you hadn't wanted to replace Feng Liu in your heart, I wouldn't have been able to control you."
Zhang Lingyi suddenly turned red.
Seeing this, Ling Qingxiao looked at him with hatred, "You! You are stupid! Feng Liu has been so good to our family, why are you still jealous of him?"
"Mom, I...I don't know...but I always feel like I have been living in my cousin's shadow."
Zhang Lingyi's face was filled with guilt.
If he hadn't had the intention to replace Feng Liu, he would not have been controlled by the Barefoot Youxian. During this period, he became his puppet.
For a while, Ling Qingxiao didn't bother to scold this unsatisfactory son anymore.
Barefoot Youxian took out a mobile phone.
"Okay, do the poor monk a favor and call Feng Liu and ask him to come and rescue you."
Barefoot Youxian waved his cell phone in front of the two of them, "Which of you is more familiar with Feng Liu? Who's going to fight?"
Seeing that neither of them responded, Barefoot Youxian came to Ling Qingxiao and asked, "Do you want to fight or not?"
But he didn't expect that Ling Qingxiao actually gave him a spittle.
The spray was so intense that the barefoot immortal had no time to dodge and was hit in the face.
"If you give up on this idea, Feng Liu will not come to save us. We, mother and son, have no shame in letting Feng Liu come to save us!"
Tears filled the corners of Ling Qingxiao's eyes.
She didn't know it just now.
But unexpectedly, Zhang Lingyi was bewitched by this monk because of his evil intentions and suffered disaster.
How could she still have the nerve to ask Fengliu to save her?
"Damn it! If you don't eat the toast, you'll be fined with wine! Are you a poor monk and a vegetarian?"
Barefoot Youxian's face turned red, he wiped away his saliva, raised his hand and slapped Ling Qingxiao on the face.
Snapped--
Ling Qingxiao suddenly had a slap mark on his face.
The bright red ground almost bleeds.
It can be seen that Barefoot Youxian's slap was done with all his strength.
"Mom! You bastard, how dare you hit my mother! Ahhhhh!"
Zhang Lingyi was so angry that he lost his mind and roared crazily, but the Barefoot Immortal came to him again.
"Very good. If you don't want your mother to be beaten to death by me, come and call Feng Liu!"
Barefoot Youxian put the phone in front of Zhang Lingyi.
Where is Zhang Lingyi's face at this moment?
"Stinky bald donkey, you kill me, if you dare, kill me!"
Barefoot Youxian's old face twitched, "You don't want to fight either? Okay! Very good!"
As he spoke, he gathered his inner strength into his palm and struck Ling Qingxiao directly.
Whoosh!
The palm force hit Ling Qingxiao's abdomen. Ling Qingxiao spurted out a large mouthful of blood on the spot, and his breath became weak.
Zhang Lingyi's pupils were bloodshot, and he saw that the barefoot Youxian had raised his hand again, "If you don't hit me, your mother will die in front of you with this palm of my hand."
"No! I'll fight! I'll fight!"
Zhang Lingyi nodded, "You put me down first, otherwise how can I fight?"
The Barefoot Immortal had no doubt that he was there, and cut the rope with a hand knife, "Your mother is still hanging up there, I'm sorry, but you don't dare to play tricks."
Zhang Lingyi lowered his head and did not speak. Instead, he held the phone with both hands and punched in the number.
"Hey, cousin... I'm Ling Yi, my mother and I are trapped..."
Zhang Lingyi paused and looked at the Barefoot Immortal.
"City West Warehouse."
Barefoot Youxian reminded in a low voice.
Zhang Lingyi looked like he couldn't hear clearly and motioned for the Barefoot Immortal to come closer.
Barefoot Youxian came next to him, "Chengxi Cang..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Lingyi suddenly pounced on him and bit the Barefoot Youxian's ear!
At the same time, the phone dropped and Barefoot Youxian saw that Zhang Lingyi had not dialed out at all.
Intense pain shot from his ears.
"Ah--you brat! You're looking for death!"
Barefoot Youxian hit Zhang Lingyi with a palm, but Zhang Lingyi seemed to have gone crazy and was unwilling to let go even though he was vomiting blood.
"Today you, mother and son, will both die!"
Barefoot Youxian turned his palm and blasted towards Ling Qingxiao!
Ling Qingxiao was still in a semi-conscious state and was not aware of the crisis at all.
At the critical moment, Zhang Lingyi let go of the barefoot Youxian and rushed over, blocking Ling Qingxiao's fatal palm.
boom--
The sound of his internal organs being shattered was heard. Zhang Lingyi's pupils shrank, and he fell to the ground, vomiting blood, and his vitality was rapidly draining away.
Ling Qingxiao finally woke up a little. When she saw her son lying in front of her, she shouted hoarsely: "Xiaoyi! Xiaoyi! Get up quickly!"
But how could Zhang Lingyi stand up?
Barefoot Youxian showed a fierce look on his face and kicked Zhang Lingyi away.
"It's your turn, let Feng Liu come over, otherwise, I'll let you reunite with your son!"
Barefoot Youxian just finished speaking.
A domineering voice came from above the warehouse, echoing throughout the warehouse.
"Bald Donkey, how do you want to die?"
As soon as she entered, she was ambushed by the Barefoot Immortal.
Based on her past wisdom, she should have thought that there was a fraud involved, and she should have informed Feng Liu first, or at least let Feng Liu and Lin Shitou follow her.
But she was so eager to save her son that she forgot about it for a moment.
"Let you go?"
The Barefoot Immortal licked the corner of his mouth, "Why do you think the poor monk caught you?"
Ling Qingxiao's face was flustered, and at this moment Zhang Lingyi woke up next to him.
His face was pale and his eyes were blurry, but he vaguely seemed to have regained some consciousness compared to the last time.
"mom……"
Zhang Lingyi suddenly sobered up when he saw Ling Qingxiao being hung up like himself.
"Smelly bald donkey, let go of my mother!"
Barefoot Youxian grinned.
"Don't worry, wait until that boy Fengliu comes to die, and the poor monk will let the three of you go to Abi Hell to reunite. That's good, that's good."
Zhang Lingyi gritted his teeth and said: "You dare to touch my cousin, do you think you can beat him?"
"A joke! The poor monk is a master. Unless Xiao Junlin takes action in the Dragon Kingdom, who will the poor monk be afraid of?"
Barefoot Youxian was already holding back a sense of resentment in his heart.
He poisoned Zhang Lingyi and tried to unlucky him but failed.
He was suppressed again by Xiao Junlin, and now he had to resort to kidnapping to lure Feng Liu out to deal with him.
"If we seal the flow, we may not lose to you!"
Ling Qingxiao also scolded angrily.
"Oh?"
Barefoot Youxian seemed to have heard a joke, "Zhang Lingyi, you pustule, aren't you jealous of your cousin?"
I heard the provocative words of the Barefoot Youxian.
Zhang Lingyi retorted: "You fart!"
"Haha, if you weren't still dissatisfied with Feng Liu, how could the poor monk use telepathy to control you?"
"Telepathy can only expand the darkness in your heart, but it also requires you to have a dark side in your heart. You can just pretend to be in front of your mother, but there is no need to do it in front of a poor monk."
Barefoot Immortal seemed to have seen through all Zhang Lingyi's thoughts and continued: "I tell you, if you hadn't wanted to replace Feng Liu in your heart, I wouldn't have been able to control you."
Zhang Lingyi suddenly turned red.
Seeing this, Ling Qingxiao looked at him with hatred, "You! You are stupid! Feng Liu has been so good to our family, why are you still jealous of him?"
"Mom, I...I don't know...but I always feel like I have been living in my cousin's shadow."
Zhang Lingyi's face was filled with guilt.
If he hadn't had the intention to replace Feng Liu, he would not have been controlled by the Barefoot Youxian. During this period, he became his puppet.
For a while, Ling Qingxiao didn't bother to scold this unsatisfactory son anymore.
Barefoot Youxian took out a mobile phone.
"Okay, do the poor monk a favor and call Feng Liu and ask him to come and rescue you."
Barefoot Youxian waved his cell phone in front of the two of them, "Which of you is more familiar with Feng Liu? Who's going to fight?"
Seeing that neither of them responded, Barefoot Youxian came to Ling Qingxiao and asked, "Do you want to fight or not?"
But he didn't expect that Ling Qingxiao actually gave him a spittle.
The spray was so intense that the barefoot immortal had no time to dodge and was hit in the face.
"If you give up on this idea, Feng Liu will not come to save us. We, mother and son, have no shame in letting Feng Liu come to save us!"
Tears filled the corners of Ling Qingxiao's eyes.
She didn't know it just now.
But unexpectedly, Zhang Lingyi was bewitched by this monk because of his evil intentions and suffered disaster.
How could she still have the nerve to ask Fengliu to save her?
"Damn it! If you don't eat the toast, you'll be fined with wine! Are you a poor monk and a vegetarian?"
Barefoot Youxian's face turned red, he wiped away his saliva, raised his hand and slapped Ling Qingxiao on the face.
Snapped--
Ling Qingxiao suddenly had a slap mark on his face.
The bright red ground almost bleeds.
It can be seen that Barefoot Youxian's slap was done with all his strength.
"Mom! You bastard, how dare you hit my mother! Ahhhhh!"
Zhang Lingyi was so angry that he lost his mind and roared crazily, but the Barefoot Immortal came to him again.
"Very good. If you don't want your mother to be beaten to death by me, come and call Feng Liu!"
Barefoot Youxian put the phone in front of Zhang Lingyi.
Where is Zhang Lingyi's face at this moment?
"Stinky bald donkey, you kill me, if you dare, kill me!"
Barefoot Youxian's old face twitched, "You don't want to fight either? Okay! Very good!"
As he spoke, he gathered his inner strength into his palm and struck Ling Qingxiao directly.
Whoosh!
The palm force hit Ling Qingxiao's abdomen. Ling Qingxiao spurted out a large mouthful of blood on the spot, and his breath became weak.
Zhang Lingyi's pupils were bloodshot, and he saw that the barefoot Youxian had raised his hand again, "If you don't hit me, your mother will die in front of you with this palm of my hand."
"No! I'll fight! I'll fight!"
Zhang Lingyi nodded, "You put me down first, otherwise how can I fight?"
The Barefoot Immortal had no doubt that he was there, and cut the rope with a hand knife, "Your mother is still hanging up there, I'm sorry, but you don't dare to play tricks."
Zhang Lingyi lowered his head and did not speak. Instead, he held the phone with both hands and punched in the number.
"Hey, cousin... I'm Ling Yi, my mother and I are trapped..."
Zhang Lingyi paused and looked at the Barefoot Immortal.
"City West Warehouse."
Barefoot Youxian reminded in a low voice.
Zhang Lingyi looked like he couldn't hear clearly and motioned for the Barefoot Immortal to come closer.
Barefoot Youxian came next to him, "Chengxi Cang..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Lingyi suddenly pounced on him and bit the Barefoot Youxian's ear!
At the same time, the phone dropped and Barefoot Youxian saw that Zhang Lingyi had not dialed out at all.
Intense pain shot from his ears.
"Ah--you brat! You're looking for death!"
Barefoot Youxian hit Zhang Lingyi with a palm, but Zhang Lingyi seemed to have gone crazy and was unwilling to let go even though he was vomiting blood.
"Today you, mother and son, will both die!"
Barefoot Youxian turned his palm and blasted towards Ling Qingxiao!
Ling Qingxiao was still in a semi-conscious state and was not aware of the crisis at all.
At the critical moment, Zhang Lingyi let go of the barefoot Youxian and rushed over, blocking Ling Qingxiao's fatal palm.
boom--
The sound of his internal organs being shattered was heard. Zhang Lingyi's pupils shrank, and he fell to the ground, vomiting blood, and his vitality was rapidly draining away.
Ling Qingxiao finally woke up a little. When she saw her son lying in front of her, she shouted hoarsely: "Xiaoyi! Xiaoyi! Get up quickly!"
But how could Zhang Lingyi stand up?
Barefoot Youxian showed a fierce look on his face and kicked Zhang Lingyi away.
"It's your turn, let Feng Liu come over, otherwise, I'll let you reunite with your son!"
Barefoot Youxian just finished speaking.
A domineering voice came from above the warehouse, echoing throughout the warehouse.
"Bald Donkey, how do you want to die?"
